Chapter 4 – Layla #2
Vara’s large hand wraps around my throat. “Do you want us to claim you right now in front of everyone?”
The tail pressing into my clit starts vibrating, causing me to jolt.
It’s Thorne’s... because the tip of a gargoyle tail can do wonderful things like vibrate and expand... and self-lubricate.
“Y…y…yes.” I can barely get the word out.
Vara smirks. “We’ll give them one orgasm, then the rest are ours.”
The tail that spread my legs is now nudging my entrance. I expect the tickling of her tuft, but instead, the tip of her tail has solidified.
No fucking way.
Vara swipes the teardrop tip through my wetness before she slides it inside me.
Thorne holds me in place, stopping me from falling to my knees. The pleasure from being fucked by a tail while another vibrates against my clit is intense and nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
“Such a good girl,” Thorne growls against my ear.
I moan at the broody gargoyle’s words. His lust seems to be bringing out his talkative side—filthy talk—and I can’t get enough. He squeezes my breasts again before he slips one hand behind the top of my dress, pinching and pulling at one nipple. I lift my arm to clutch his neck.
Vara leans in, her hand still around my throat and her tail fucking me viciously and crashes her mouth over mine.
The kiss is soft, slow, magnetic.
She removes her hand only for it to be replaced by Thorne’s. It’s larger, stronger, and he squeezes hard enough to add mind-numbing pain to my pleasure. Vara’s tongue continues to lash against mine and the moment the vibration of Thorne’s tail intensifies, I explode with an orgasm.
The music playing does nothing to drown out my scream. I even hear other moans around the room, clearly reacting to the new vampire queen getting tail fucked in the middle of the dance floor.
Once my body stops shaking, Vara removes her tail and lifts the tip to Thorne’s mouth.
He licks it clean.
Holy fuck.
“Come,” Vara says, taking my hand and leading us off the dance floor. Thorne is behind me, holding my other hand.
Heads turn as we work our way through the crowd. Most of the beings here will party until the sun rises. There’s no rule that says I must stay the entire night.
I spot Millie up against the wall, making out with Teddy. She comes up for air, eyes wide when we pass by, then she smirks and mouths, ‘call me,’ before wiggling her eyebrows.
I’m pretty sure she missed the show I just put on while taking part in her own public display of affection. Not that she would have disapproved. We’ve attended enough sex parties together in the seventies that a public fuck is nothing new or surprising for either of us.
Besides, just a few months ago, Millie let Teddy finger fuck her at The 27 Club before she claimed him with a bite.
But should I really be doing this? Thorne is my new head of security. He’s supposed to protect me, not fuck me. Will I need to fire him after tonight? Not to mention that I don’t know a thing about him. We literally just met. How old is he? What’s his favorite color? Favorite food?
Same with Vara. Though I know more about her since she’s a prominent supe, owning most of the supernatural nightclubs in New York City. Her last name is Gamal. She’s old too, at least 2,000, but she’s still a stranger.
I mean, I’ve had plenty of threesomes with strangers before. Orgies too. But tonight feels different. I’m eager and on edge.
You know what?
Fuck it.
I’ve already had Vara’s tail inside me and Thorne’s hands on my breasts.
I want more.
As we leave the room, no one stares back with judgment. If anything, they appear envious or impressed. They don’t care that the new queen will bed two lovers tonight.
Then why should I care?
I deserve this.
Vara leads us down the hallway, exiting the building to a waiting limo. I didn’t request the extravagant ride but it’s what they gave me tonight. Three vampires follow us outside—since I’m vampire queen and can’t go anywhere without a protection detail.
Thorne instructs them to follow us in the SUV parked behind the limo before reaching out his hand to help me inside.
“Tell us what you need, Layla,” Vara mewls, shutting the door behind her.
The moment the driver takes off towards my penthouse, Thorne grabs me and moves me around like I’m a doll and not a 200 pound woman. He lays me down on the seat that runs the length of the limo and takes his place at my head while Vara slides between my legs.
She bunches up the fabric of my dress, piling it in my middle.
“You’ve soaked these panties, my darling,” she groans and peels them off.
Balling them up in her hands, she lifts them to her nose and inhales with her entire body. Once she’s done, she hands them to Thorne and he does the same thing, responding with a growl.
That’s sexy as hell.
Is this happening? Am I really about to be fucked by these two gorgeous monsters?
Vara’s fur-covered hand smooths up my inner thigh until her fingertips tease my slick opening. I’ve noticed she’s retracted her claws so as not to injure me.
Not that it matters, I’d heal immediately. Maybe I’ll tell her to keep the claws out next time.
Next time?
This time has barely begun, yet I already want it to happen again.
“Tell us what you want us to do to you,” Vara repeats.
“I want you both to touch me.”
Vara smirks and nods to Thorne. “Play with those glorious tits.”
Thorne complies. His four-fingered hands push away the top of the dress, exposing my breasts. When Vara slides a finger inside me, Thorne pinches both of my nipples. My back arches off the seat and I moan, loud enough that any supernatural within a mile of us likely heard.
“Our needy queen is so vocal, isn’t she, Thorne?”
He doesn’t respond, instead, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, taking an aching nipple between his teeth and lapping his tongue over the tip.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Already so close, aren’t you, Layla-bug? This tight little cunt is choking my finger so good right now,” Vara says, then adds a second finger.
A thick finger because her hands are like a lion’s paw.
“Take Thorne’s cock out of his pants like a good girl and let him fuck your mouth.”
Vara’s demands combined with her praise nearly have me coming right then, but I do as I’m told and reach above my head. Thorne guides my hands until my fingertips graze the stretchy band of his pants.
I pull down and his bulbous cock springs free.
No wonder he kept covering his groin all night. He had no resistance to keep his lust intact.
“No underwear? Aren’t you a naughty gargoyle?” Vara croons, voicing my thoughts.
Her mouth descends on my clit, and I buck and scream when she sucks on it like a lollipop.
I’m bursting with desire as my small, trembling hands wrap around Thorne’s length. I fist him, pumping up and down, squeezing just enough to garner a whimper from him.
Fuck. I love when men are vocal during sex.
He shudders and moans when I wrap my lips around his tip, and his pleasure rolls through me. Vara also groans while eating me out.
I’m not going to last long.
A light buzzing noise fills the limo, and I glance down my body to find Thorne’s tail has slipped underneath Vara’s dress.
“I want to see,” I say.
Vara doesn’t need me to explain. She lifts her dress enough to show the end of Thorne’s tail pressed up against her clit.
“Let Thorne fuck your mouth, Layla-cakes,” Vara says, her voice strained with pleasure.
I part my lips enough for Thorne to gently slide in, all the way to the back of my throat.
Thank goodness for no gag reflex.
Closing my mouth around Thorne, he starts pumping in and out of me, cautiously.
“She won’t break, Thorne baby. Let her have it.”
And that he does. He pulls out, then thrusts back in roughly with a grunt. His eyes fall to mine, and I give him a small nod to urge him to keep going.
Vara’s mouth returns to my clit, and she resumes fucking me with two of her girthy fingers. She’s moaning from her own stimulation, which causes me to moan around Thorne’s cock.
The pleasure is overwhelming, and I’m the first to erupt with an orgasm. Vara follows a few minutes later and once she removes her fingers from my pussy, Thorne picks up his speed.
Vara crawls to him and shoves her fingers, coated with my pleasure, into Thorne’s mouth. He sucks them eagerly—as if he hadn’t just tasted me on the dance floor—and I moan at the sight.
After a few more rough pumps, the gargoyle comes, emptying himself down my throat.
And fuck, it’s a lot of cum.
Thorne removes his heavy cock from my mouth once he’s done and collapses onto the seat, breathing heavily. My head falls to his lap, and he combs his fingers through my hair. Vara sits on the limo’s floor, her head resting on my stomach.
“That was beautiful,” she says.
I hum with no words to describe what we just did.
“Fucking fantastic,” Thorne says and for some reason, hearing a curse from the broody gargoyle who doesn’t speak a lot makes me laugh.
My giggles cause Vara to join in and even Thorne chuckles.
After nearly a minute of losing our minds to post-sex bliss, the driver uses the intercom to announce our arrival to my penthouse.
“Now,” Vara begins, adjusting her dress and fixing mine so we’re both fully covered. “You’ve got a busy day tomorrow. A busy week, to be honest.”
“You’re leaving?” I didn’t mean to sound so needy.
Vara smiles and palms my cheek.
“Don’t worry, we will be doing this again, but you need your rest.”
She glances up at Thorne.
“You’ll stay with her?”
He nods and Vara pats his cheek too.
“Good boy.”
With that, she slips out of the limo and flies away.